Teen fucked by photographer at casting couch audition agent

Title: The Casting Couch Camera: A Teen’s Comeuppance

The casting room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bright makeup lights outside. Inside, a young woman sat nervously on the couch, her legs crossed tightly together. She was clad in a short skirt and a low-cut top, her curly hair cascading down her shoulders.

Across from her, an older man sat behind a desk, his eyes roving over her curves. He was a casting agent, or so he claimed. In reality, he was a perverted photographer who preyed on aspiring models and actresses.

“Alright, honey,” he said, his voicegruff with anticipation. “Let’s see what you’ve got. Strip down for me.”

The girl bit her lip, hesitation evident on her face. She had come here wanting to make it big, but this wasn’t what she had in mind. Still, if this was what it took, she nervously uncrossed her legs and began to unzip her skirt.

As the skirt fell to the floor, revealing her bare legs and lacy thong, the photographer licked his lips. He lifted his camera, zooming in on her exposed flesh.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed. “Don’t be shy. Let’s see those tits.”

With shaking hands, the girl reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell away, revealing pert breasts with dusky nipples. She cupped them, feeling vulnerable and ashamed.

“Spread those legs for me,” the photographer demanded. “I want to see that sweet pussy.”

The girl complied, parting her thighs to reveal her soaked panties. She had never done anything like this before, and her body was responding to both the shame and thrill of it all. The photographer leaned forward, his camera capturing every intimate detail.

“Mmm, you’re wet, aren’t you?” he sneered. “A real slut, just like all the others.”

He stood up abruptly, circling the couch. His hand reached out, brazenly cupping her mound through the thin fabric of her panties. The girl gasped, a forbidden jolt of pleasure shooting through her.

“Let’s see how rough you can take it,” the photographer growled, yanking her panties to the side. “I’m going to fuck this virgin cunt raw.”

The girl whimpered as two thick fingers invaded her tight hole, stretching her open. The photographer was relentless, thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them to rub against her sensitive spots. Tears pricked her eyes as she squirmed beneath his touch.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Take it like a good girl. This is the price for fame, sweetheart.”

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving her pussy aching and empty. Unzipping his pants, he released his girthy cock, already rock hard and glistening at the tip.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. “I’m going to wreck that sexy teenage ass.”

The girl turned over, presenting her round cheeks to him. She tensed as he grabbed her hips roughly, slamming his thick meat into her tiny hole. A scream of pain tore from her throat as he brutally stretched her open.

“It’s too big!” she cried, trying to pull away. “You’re too big!”

But the photographer was relentless, pounding into her with such force that the couch creaked beneath them. “Take it, you little whore!” he snarled. “This is what you’re here for!”

Tears streamed down her face as he used her tiny body, his balls slapping against her swollen clit with every thrust. She had never felt so invaded, so utterly conquered. And yet, despite the pain, she could feel a forbidden pleasure building inside her.

The photographer sensed her reluctant response, and redoubled his efforts. “That’s right, baby,” he panted. “You love this, don’t you? You’re a dirty little slut who needs to be fucked hard.”

His dirty talk pushed her over the edge, and suddenly she was cumming, her pussy clamping down around his pistoning cock. The photographer cursed, fucking her through her orgasm with brutal intensity.

“Fuck!” he roared. “I’m going to cum so deep in this tight cunt!”

With a final, bone-jarring thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. The feeling of his hot seed flooding her sent the girl into another round of spasms, and she collapsed forward with a whimper.

The photographer pulled out, his softening member slipping free with a gush of their mixed juices. The girl knelt there trembling on the couch, her ravaged hole drooling cum and her mind reeling with the intensity of what she had just experienced.

The photographer zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Alright, honey. You did good. I’ll put in a good word for you.” He handed her a tissue. “Clean yourself up and get out of here. Next!”

The girl awkwardly stood up, noticing the website URL plastered on the wall of the casting room. With a sinking feeling, she realized what she had just been a part of. She had been set up, used, and filmed for the pleasure of sickos on the internet.

With shaking hands, she dabbed at her dripping pussy, trying in vain to wipe away the evidence of what had just happened. As she reached for her clothes, a faint voice in her head whispered that this was just the beginning. That there would be many more “castings” like this in her future, each one more degrading and painful than the last.

But the siren’s song of fame was already leading her down this path, and there was no turning back. She was now a part of the dark underbelly of Hollywood, a careworn name lost among hundreds of others who had sought their big break on the casting couch.

She pulled up her clothes, letting the wetness between her legs serve as a reminder of the Faustian bargain she had just made. With a heavy heart, she walked out of the room, leaving a part of her innocence on that stained couch, and knowing that she would never be the same.

The End